The Myriad Transformations of Spirits was a robust ability. Jiang Chen was quite familiar with its potency.
The knowledge he had of it from his previous life marked it as rather troublesome. However, it was only mimicry at the end of the day. Compared to a genuine survivor of the ancient era, it lacked the terrifying might of the chosen spirit’s bloodline.
Jiang Chen considered Lightford for a few moments with a pensive stare before smiling deliberately. “Other than this… transformation of his, does he have any other trump cards up his sleeve?”
Divine Kasyapa blinked. What did the young man...